Chapter 211
Third Person's POV
When Cassian pushed the door open after finishing the paperwork, he found Samantha "helpfully" draping a windbreaker over Trista's shoulders.
The moment Samantha sensed his suffocating Alpha presence, her survival instincts kicked in, and she reflexively shrunk back behind Trista.
Trista, however, was unnervingly composed. She took her time packing her comm-stone and clothes, acting as if she didn't even notice the static of tension crackling in the air.
Cassian's icy gaze flickered between the two she-wolves before locking onto Samantha.
A low, predatory rumble vibrated in his throat—a warning only another wolf could hear. "Why are you here?"
Samantha went ghostly pale. As a low-ranking werewolf, she could barely find her voice under his pressure. "I.
